It runs like riversA Poem by BlueberryKisses
The blood won't drip like tears to the floor,
The lies I weave won't be spread anymore,
My smile is half-hearted,
You can tell,
Im sick in the mind,
You know it all too well.
My laugh doesnt fill an empty space,
Colour never appears on my face,
Dark and miserable,
In my life these will always have a place.
Tears wont fall when I sit and think,
My soul is dead,
Drowned in the sink.
The tiny blade,
Glistens in the light,
Stops me crying in the middle of the night.
WORTHLESS is engraved into my thigh,
The physical pain gives me a tiny high,
So the blood won't drip like tears to the floor,
It runs like rivers,
As I cut more and more.
© 2011 BlueberryKisses
Added on June 20, 2011
Last Updated on June 20, 2011
Darlington, United Kingdom
AboutHey, Im Hannah :D I live in little old Darlington, I love dying my hair red and pink, but it always turns ginger :L (Im naturally brown btw) I own long rainbow gloves! :D I love my friends, and .. more..